Don't live only in your head. It's lonely and it's dangerous.

The dream is you never giving up on your story because no one else can play your part.

We are all a people in need. We are not perfect. We are not machines. We make mistakes. We need grace. We need compassion. We need help at times. We need other people. And that's okay.

We don't just live in books awake and dreams asleep. We are living stories, you and I, with dreams inside us undeniable, with love to give and people to walk beside.

Nobody gets to name you. You are not forgettable. You are not replaceable. You are not your pain. You are sacred and special and alive.

What an amazing thing to feel known and loved, to feel understood, to walk through life with another person.

There's room for magic and inspiration. There's room to live a better story.

Love is a thousand things, but at the center is a choice.

So if you feel as if you feel too much, well then you are not alone. May these words find you like a friend.

We need one another. There's no reason to judge. People are more fragile than you could possibly imagine.

Live with grace and dignity. It's a middle finger to the darkness

Yup! I'll live stupid! Because I know what I do, and what we as a species do will one day come together and make a difference. We matter!

I stayed there on the floor like that for a long, long time.Eating and crying.Crying and eating.

Government is not the generator of economic growth working people are.

Today, ... anything you can come up with that works is worth trying.

I think the media has done a good job portraying him being a bad person, when in reality he's not.

Sometimes I think you can lose the joy in what you do. It becomes a sense of 'I've got to beat him, I've got to beat him,' and you lose your own sense of joy.

It's so easy to get caught up in your own experiences. They can seem so important. But there are billions and billions of other experiences going on.

Nothing can be proposed so wild or so absurd as not to find a party, and often a very large party to espouse it.

Not until my middle thirties did I consider myself a novelist.

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.